Picking Weeds

When day becomes night, 

and night the day,

when our thoughts turn to words,

leaving nothing to say.

When our mind becomes our heart,

our heart is our mind,

And truth is hidden well,

lies are what you'll find.

When your tears become your laugh,

and your laugh your tears,

and you begin to love,

everyone of your fears.

When the days seem endless,

and nights never end,

we'll just close our eyes,

and befriend our pretend.

It is in these weeks, 

when what you want is gone,

and what you need left,

leaving you utterly alone.

Leaving you on to fend,

off any pain that rains down,

Replacing that beautiful smile,

with a serious frown.